One’s 4 da Money

Lyrics

(a.k.a, a.k.a, the rugged child) Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo Microphone check, one-two Chorus (x2) One's for the money Two's for the show Three's for ya hooker But we all say, HOE! My slang and my gang blows up the concrete Like Eric B. and Rakim Don't sweat the technique So you got beef? Run on sonny go get ya posse Cause I've got a mosse, we all wear huaraches Then you hear me kicking, I said yo you miss Mad Rugged They jumped on my tip, but I thought nothin' of it Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark And be dropping mad sales like my name was Pathmark The rebel to society Everyone's trying me Looking at me strangely, damn right it amaze me Had I did something wrong, or am I dumb? Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one To make it real snappy, a little nasty-nasty Things get pawsie-pawsie And of to be actually Get a little gone and still can't hold your own On the microphone, so keep licking on that wishbone You had your chance, but you fell out on tune So you're hanging out with tools, now you say that rock rules You make me laugh as your mom's get smoked You get ate like a taffy, and read like the jokes Flow with the flowa from the Wu-tang freestyle You catch your bow-bow, and air to this wild child From the Staten, the Island, the temple Just an example how pop goes the pistol Chorus (x2) One's for the money Two's for the show Three's for ya hooker But we all say, HOE! Here comes the shortie with the TEC-22 But if you tell, I'm gonna blast you From the project's worst ghetto section Sold my bike, bought a gun for protection Shortie do-wa, more Juice than 2Pac Come and do with the Wu-Tang hiphop Shortie wa-wa, short sneaky sha-sha Goo-goo, gah-gah, now you call me poppa I'm not a mack daddy nor am I a daddy mack Touch my napsack, boy you gettin' pimp smacked I've got a style, may not be familiar It's like most way you go around and it kills ya Who will be the next to flex and face death Ashes to ashes, and only dust is left Chorus (x2) One's for the money Two's for the show Three's for ya hooker But we all say, HOE! [Step up if you want to get hurt (scratch) ]